Disappointment.

Ralph had HAD it at LAST.
Months and months of shopping his new Denzel-inspired comedy – something that was sort of a cross between “The Jeffersons” and “Robocop”, with a little “Annie Hall” thrown in for good measure – well, it was going nowhere among the executives and he was tired of rejection slips.
PLUNK went the unappreciated script into the garbage. It didn’t matter anymore. The world would never know of Ralph’s Shakespearean mastery of Ebonics, except a hungry pigeon looking for a pizza crust.